Oh Gardener Poet Poem by me poet yeps poet

Your poetry is like sugar
lives
on autumn leaves
no need to crush them
for the sweet fragrance

you are a poet of class indeed
in the list of best 500 poems
when will we achieve or attain
such a moment
of holding hands in the garden of roses
where I hope to be one
saught after by everyone

a blue bird of narcissism
an egoist poet
off the cuff in the desert

none yet knew
but my what a poet are you
but why only 25 poems
I have inked many a thousands
many read a non poet me

you are an eagle flying
okay soaring
come abide with me
I am a poet of style free
a Niagara I may one day be

till that happens
can we meet across the Internet at least

You are a POET TREE
I'd like to bask in the shadow of thee
will you let me
O poet gracious
how much indebted I shall be
to all those thereafter read me

You would I suppose...